I seem incapable of keeping my room in any semblance of order. I initiate schedules, I compile lists, I stumble upon brilliant new systems of organisation...and then a week later everything is in a shambles once more. I am not, by nature, a neat persom. And mine is not a neat mind. Perhaps because of this, I crave structure and order, I fantasise about a life well-planned. Here is how all my planning came to nothing over the past week: